|
|
Sunday, August 31, 2003
D'oh!
The world is an ethereal doughnut for me to package and claim. Every single little sprinkle and every little sugary tint is another great movement to greatness.
I don't like my doughnuts chocolately. I may be racist, but the darker side of the moon sure isn't the brightest. I often dwell in this spot nonetheless. In this little spot of nothing that is a chocolate doughnut.
I often count up my demons, hoping that everything is not lost. And then I turn to my counter, and like some magic man on some magic drug, there's my doughnuts. All packaged, all wonderful, all glittering in the light of my room.
And they never taste so good after waiting so long.
Comments
(0)
« Home |
|
